Christmas MourningChristmas Mourning4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was snowing outside when Christine Daaé awoke. It was Christmas morning and no doubt there was already a blanket of white over Paris. Moving to the window of her room she opened the curtains and her thought was confirmed.
The cityscape was lovely as people rushed through the streets, bundled warmly to shield against the cold air. The bells on the steeple rang out again, calling the populous to mass.
It should have been a happy morning, but all Christine felt was a lonely ache in her chest. It was the first Christmas she would be spending alone, having recently been orphaned after her father's death.
She now lived in the ballet dormitories of the Paris Opera House and had a new family, but it wasn't the same. Christine was used to sitting by the fire in her cozy house listening to her father play carols on his violin. Now she could expect a loud, rowdy meal as everyone in the opera shared their joy.
Christine dressed, needing to be alone in the chapel. She felt safe there and al
MaskThorns and red rosesMask6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty and pain intertwined
How can you trust anyone
When your own mother wouldn't touch you?
Genius and madness
There's a fine line to skirt
But where is that line
And how do you know when you cross it?
And magician beyond reproach
All you ever wanted was love
But no one would give you what you wanted most
Betrayal and lies
Is all you know
All you lived with
So of course you would give into the lure
Death follows you
Clings to your cloak and hat
A constant companion
Red blood drips from the rose's thorns
Hidden for life
In more ways than one
Your own mother
Offering your first veil before you could refuse
Hidden for life
Lost in the stone catacombs
Deep below where no one sees
Just as you are lost in the fragments of your mind
A light comes
An angel to brighten
The darkness of your soul
But alas, she belongs to another!
You love her
Need her to sing for you
She is your obsession
She can make your music fly on the breeze
But she cringes
Epiphany of Student DriversEpiphany of the Student DriversEpiphany of Student Drivers7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(A Parody of Sweeney Todd's "Epiphany")
The wheel was there beneath my hand,
it was there and it will never come again!
Easy now--hush, teen, hush--don't distress yourself; what's your rush?
Why didn't I wait? You told me to wait!
Now I'll never drive again!
The road is a hole like a great black pit
And the road's filled with people who are filled with shit,
And the vermin of the world inhabit it!
...but not for long...
We all are going to die!
Tell ya why, student drivers, tell ya why!
Because in all of the whole human race, student drivers,
There are two kinds of drivers and only two:
There's the ones that brake in the improper place,
and the ones that speed like they're in a race!
Look at me, student drivers, look at you!
No, we all are going to die!
Tell ya why, student drivers, tell ya why!
Because the drives of the wicked should be made brief!
For the careless, death will be relief!
We all are going to die!
And I'll never see graduation,
No I'll ne
Break AwayMy throat closed up at the sight of the old house. It looked exactly as it had so many years ago, save for several spidery cracks on the gray exterior, new, perfectly manicured flowers and shrubs that lined the pristine walkway, and chips in the paint. It was a lovely home, sturdy and well-built, the picture of flawless living.Break Away8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a ridiculous lie.
A very large part of me screamed in protest at my choice. Indeed, I could hardly believe that I was standing here, a prisoner to my past once again.
Antoinette Giry had accosted me earlier in the week with urgent news. Id reluctantly met with her in her office. Shed hesitated for some time before pulling out an envelope from her sash and laying it on the table between us.
Its your mother, Erik, shed told me.
Id immediately stiffened. My mother and I hadnt been in contact since I was nine years old, and frankly, I wished to keep it that way.
What about her?
Till I Write a Brand New Score"'Till I Write a Brand New Score"Till I Write a Brand New Score6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
*Sung by Andrew Lloyd Webber*
*We see Andrew pace his living room
floor, reflecting on the success of
"The Phantom of the Opera"*
The show starts, the show ends,
The audience cries
In my mansion, I pace the floor
The moments creep
Yet I can't bear to sleep
'Till I write a sequel...
*We see him working at his desk/
And weeks pass, and months pass,
I try and try
Still this plot's such a bore!
*He tosses a copy of POM on the floor*
And though they hate
My ideas these days
I will write a brand new score!
*We see him get up and pace the
And sometimes at nighttime
I dream that Sarah's there
And wake holding nothing but my teddy bear
*We see him looking at his awards
and records on the wall*
And years come and years go
My shows are old
Still I ache for more and more
My greedy soul can't be satisfied
'Till I write another score!
*We see him clutching at a Phantom
record with intense passion*
And Phantom, yes, my Phantom
It's my biggest s
Because I CanLAYER ONE:Because I Can8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have
Swan Princess: Crack FictionThe Swan PrincessSwan Princess: Crack Fiction8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
King Will's Castle:
Narrator: A princess is born to King William and named Odette.
Crowd: *hat throw*
Still King Will's Castle:
Derek: I'm giving you this locket with a swan on it that is in no way hinting as to what animal that evil sorcerer in the back of the room is going to turn you into later on in the story.
Audience: Um, the movie is called 'The Swan Princess.' It's not that hard to figure out.
King Will and Queen Ruberta: *decide to force their two children to play with each other all summer every summer in the hopes that they will fall in love, get married, and their two kingdoms will be joined together for some reason*
Rothbart: *is at the coronation even though the narrator just said he didn't care whatsoever about Odette's birth*
Rothbart's Cave of Evil:
Narrator: Rothbart wants King William's kingdom.
Dark Arts: *poofgrowl*
King Will's men: *attack*
Dark Arts: *are plunged into darkness*
King Will: I banish you, making it completely o
Consequences.Lucy? Lucy, whatevers the matter? Nellie Lovett looked up as Lucy Barker came into her pie shop, tears streaming down her face and baby Johanna in her arms.Consequences.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its Benjamin. Was all the woman could manage between sobs. Nellie walked quickly around the counter, put an arm around Lucy and guided her into the parlour.
Now, whats appened to him?
T-The Judge Lucy tried to compose herself. Nellie narrowed her eyes. Neither her, her husband, Lucy or Benjamin had a very high opinion of Judge Turpin - or Beadle Bamford for that matter.
What did e do?
The police came they took Benjamin away. She told her through her tears. Arrested him and oh, Nellie, theyre going to send him away! Lucy broke down again, which prompted little Johanna to look up quizzically at her mother.
Hush now, love. Nellie hugged Lucy, stroking her hair. She was trying to be calm,
Bathing Beauty ALTERNATEBathing Beauty (Rewritten)Bathing Beauty ALTERNATE5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Mr. Webber is pleased to present to you,
His nice treat of the evening,
A pretty little solo by Christine Daae,
The most adorably stupid female lead of this age.
But first, for those of you,
Whose taste is a little more shitty,
The former ballet dancer turn stripper,
The most butchered character in the musical,
The mentally unstable .Meg Giry.
I took a little trip to London, England,
I love Sierra..oh and Ramin too,
I simply couldn't see, why all the Phans refused to squee,
So stupidly I simply thought Poo-Poo,
But when at last I got into theater,
And found my little seat in which I sat,
I found myself estranged,
All the characters had changed,
And I wanted to hit Lloyd Webber with a bat!
And then, OYYYYY EWWW
Bathing Beauty,TAKE A LISTEN TO IT!
Bathing Beauty, Oh my god,
Bathing Beauty, undressing now!
Such a travesty, Such a mess,
Bathing Beauty, needs to go.
Benjamin Barker had Come HomeBenjamin Barker had Come Home7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Such was the beauty of the voice that sung the song, that even the gruesome scene in the cellar paled into insignificance beside it. Though rough and untrained, love and grief had lent the voice power, beauty and passion. A heavenly sound rising from the very depths of hell.
"There was a barber and his wife,
And she was beautiful.
A foolish barber and his wife,
She was his reason and his life.
And she was beautiful.
And she was virtuous.
And he was..."
Todd emerged from his stupor of misery at the sound of soft footsteps. He sensed the person behind him clutching Todd's "friend" in his hand, sensed the waves of hatred and grief radiating from the small figure.
Todd didn't turn. He didn't care anymore. His once cold iron heart had melted, and was now burning him from the inside. He felt the breath of a passing wind, heard the swift sound of death rushing towards him. And in bitter irony, just as his friend had ended the lives of many, so did it end his.
Warm blood flowed
Food that Tastes Just RightCheese graters sharpen, heighten each flavor of cheeseFood that Tastes Just Right6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Blenders stir and shake strawberry smoothies
Silently your taste buds abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently butterknives spread butter
Grasp it, taste it, this juicy steak, so tender!
Turn your plate away from the average soufflé!
Turn your thoughts away from salads and food thats lite
And savor the food that tastes just right .
Close your eyes and surrender to the darkest chocolate
Purge your thoughts of the diet you tried before
Close your eyes, let your taste buds start to soar!
And youll live as youve never lived before
Softly, deftly, whipped cream shall caress you
Taste it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mouth! Just forget about your health!
In this candlelit meal we eat tonight
The romance of the food that tastes just right
Let your fork start a journey through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the diets you tried before
Let your food take you where you
A Happy Ending - ONE SHOT~*~A Happy Ending - ONE SHOT8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a gloomy evening in the cold streets of London. A few people were found wandering around the corners and allies. Peddlers and merchants were doing business to those they could find, mothers were cuddling their children whom were fast asleep in their arms, and others lurked in the shadows casted by the walls around them.
A lonely man walked through it all, ignoring those around him. He stared with an empty gaze, looking forward at the empty street in front of him. He wore a white shirt with a brown worn out vest. One button was missing. His dark blue trousers were striped with white, held up by a leather belt. A little case was attached to his belt. Something of silver glinted inside. A large, dark colored over coat that draped over his shoulders topped it off.
The man suddenly stopped in front of an empty booth. There was no merchant at this stall but there was still some merchandise. One of the boxes there was filled with dead flowers. Once pretty roses and daisies, now rot
Mrs. Lovett and Lucy"Come now love you can't just sit there forever." Mrs. Lovett said, bustling about Lucy's flat while the blond woman lay in bed, eyes wide and staring. In response she only turned her eyes away.Mrs. Lovett and Lucy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mrs. Lovett sighed and looked about. She always felt out of place here. The flat, though it now carried a certain coldness, was always bright and cheerful. Full of sunlight and soft colors. Her home below was a stark contrast. Everything downstairs in the pie shop and her entire wardrobe consisted of red, black and brown. Not very pretty but she had never been able to pull off the softer colors Lucy made look so flattering. Another sigh escaped her as she arranged some fresh daisies in a vase on a nearby table.
"I don't know how you can stand it love, I really don't. Husband gone, child to care for and what that horrid man did to you...Well I suppose you're just stronger than I am. I could never have lived through it." the baker said moving over to the babe's cradle. "And how is little Johanna
Rane Fan-fictionThe small boy slowly blew a strawberry-blond curl out of his face. His tongue stuck out just slightly as he painted. A sigh escaped Reed's pink lips as he noticed who he had been painting.Rane Fan-fiction4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Shane. It's always Shane.
Reed just couldn't stop painting the dark curls of the youngest Anderson boy. The green eyes of his painting stared back at him, making him frown.
Shane was all he could think about, no matter what he was doing.
Pushing away the canvas, Reed pulled out a new one, ready to make something his mother could actually sell.
After a minute, he found himself painting Shane again. He groaned in frustration.
Kurt laughed at his roommate from his side of their room, "You've got it bad." He was lounging on his bed, texting his boyfriend, Blaine.
Of course, Blaine was Shane's older brother.
Reed pouted at his best friend, "I can't help it!" He put his paint brush down and stood up, staring at the many colors that covered his hands, "I always end up painting Shane. His beautif
Tazia's Mama and Papa "Joo guys are so mean!" Tazia yelled at her three brothers through tears.Tazia's Mama and Papa4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Her brothers Pedro, Andrés, and Felipe stood in a circle around her laughing. Pedro, the oldest, was the leader of the gang.
"Whacha gonna do about it?" He asked and pushed her down again as she tried to get back up.
"Daddy!" she yelled, "Mommy!"
"Dad's not here, estúpido! And mom doesn't have time for a wimp like you!"
The boys whipped around and stared at their mother. Tazia always thought she was beautiful, her black hair pulled into a pony-tail, her tan arms buff and no matter what she was doing she always wore a white tank-top and camo pants. She wanted to be just like her when she grew up, everyone loved her. Luckily for Tazia, her brothers feared and respected their mother also. Mostly feared. Their mother looked from the boys to Tazia sitting in the dirt, her picture bo
What Have I done?What have I done?What Have I done?7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, what have I done?
Ive come home again,
To find you here.
But now youre sleeping,
Oh, what have I done?
How I wish you were here,
But youll never speak to me again, my love
You will rest in peace, my dear.
Demons wont harm you
You are safe now.
Oh, what have I done?
Ive waited so long
To see your face.
Ive travelled so much
To carry your hand
And hear your voice
Do forgive me,
I didnt recognize you
But Im here, by your side.
Ive changed, but you still the same
Please, come back to me
It could be so different,
If only God had mercy on earth.
We would be together,
And you would be smiling at me
Oh, what have I done?
Theres nothing left, but your name.
Its the only one I hear.
You were always my reason and my life
If it wasnt for you, and if I knew you lived,
I would never have stolen another ones breath
My mind is so weak &
Life Cut Short: Lucy BarkerThe day he took you and shipped you awayLife Cut Short: Lucy Barker4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stayed home with Johanna but could only pray
Every night, staring out the window, Fleet Street below
Waiting for your return, my Benjamin, my hero
I don't know what crime it was but foolishness, I hear
Whatever happened, my love, I'll always hold you dear
Turpin stands below and sends me floweres all of the time
If I unlocked the door I fear the stairs he would climb
No worries love, your daughter and I are safe at home
I don't have any intention to walk or roam
Poor thing, poor thing
The judge invited me to his house, only to repent
Sure his intentions were pure, my love, I went
Yet it wasn't what I thought, it was a masquerade for sure
As I stumbled around, confused and scared, thinking of you and her
I had a drink, offered to me ever so kindly, so I thought
Two mistakes today and now, my Benjamin, I can hardly walk
They're laughing, so much laughter, I'm scared, what's going on?
I sway and stumble and he's there, with his Devil's ma
RENT- The Cheap VersionRENT- The Cheap Version7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
RENT: The cheap version
Written by Larchstar the closet RENThead
Mark: Oh Camera, I must express my undying love for you, and-
Roger: Dude, STFU about Maureen dumping your ass, we need more canon couples so fan artists on DeviantArt can draw their OMFG FAVE PAIRING EVAR and get about 57 faves!
Some alley somewhere
Collins: Yo, Im Jesse L. Martin *insert Law and Order style DUN DUN*
Thug: *pwns Collins* Its super effective!
Back at loft
Mark: Dont you think its stupid that our landlord is asking us to pay rent we
Klaine Titanic"No!" I half-screamed, half-sobbed. "Leo, don't die on me and Kate!"Klaine Titanic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A few scattered chuckles mocked me. Blaine rubbed my hand soothingly. "Kurt, it's okay. Haven't you seen this before?"
"Duh," I replied, wiping the tears that fell from my eyes. "Titanic is one of the most revered romance movies of all time."
He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. Half of the people in here cried the last time they saw it."
I snuggled into him. So this was Warbler Movie Night. Pulling out some chick flick to get the new kid to cry. Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it. I swear, I was contracting hypothermia just by watching. When Blaine noticed my shivering, he pulled a blanket over us.
And there she was, Rose, sitting on the piece of wood, trying to call out. I resisted the urge to yell "Come back!" with her. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to start sobbing again. When I had regained my composure enough, I saw her drop the wonderful and expensive blue diam
The End"You came back."The End5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His voice hardly sounded like his own. It was feeble, tremulous
"I came back."
My own voice trembled, and I let the tears fall freely. He said nothing, and his eyes glistened as he simply stared. Silence hung in the air, draped with endless emotion, heavy and stifling and steeped in sorrow so powerful that I could not help but sob anew.
He let out a soft sigh, pained and mournful and tinged with wonder, and from his lips fell, scarcely more than a whisper,
"You came back."
I drew my fist up to my mouth, shaking my head furiously and choking back more sobs, my shoulders shaking with the effort. I despised myself, and oh, how he had deserved so much more!
"Please," I heard him say, "Please, do not oh, my dear, you mustn't"
But I could no longer feign strength. I could no longer stand so far from him and idly watch him disappear. I let out a piteous cry and ran to him, helpless and drawn to his dwindling frame as if by some supernatur
Sweeney Todd Alternate Ending Sweeney Todd sat in his barber chair, cleaning his razor. It was dark outside from the rainclouds. That meant nobody would come today.Sweeney Todd Alternate Ending5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mr. T. I brought you some lunch, dear," Mrs. Lovett said as she placed the tray on the trunk.
Sweeney ignored her as she blabbed on and continued to clean the blade.
"Mr. T., are you listening to me?"
"Yes, of course," Sweeney answered. He looked out the window. "I'm going for a walk," he folded up his blade and put it in the holder on his belt then stood and walked outside. Without knowing where he was going, he passed the judge's house and a woman on the street.
"Alms! Alms for a miserable woman..." she called as she went up to people.
Sweeney was going to walk past her without giving her a second glance but then, as he was walking, he suddenly stopped, not knowing why.
Thinking of Munkustrap(Rumpleteazer`s POV)Thinking of Munkustrap8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He`s perfect, just perfect. The perfect tom in the world, Munkustrap. He`s noble, kind, gives people a warm feeling when their around him, loving, protective, brave, charming, smart, caring, responsible, chivalrous . . . Hmm were did that word came from, and what does it mean? I`ll ask Jenny later. He is also the best singer in the world, which he got from his mother, Grizabella, (I soppose) and he is such I wonderful dancer. He even taught his little brother, Tugger how to move his hips. I remembered seeing him teaching Tugger one morning when we were little kittens. Back then I was the only one that had a crush on him, he even flirted with me once.
Everyday Munkustrap would be alone and sad. No one liked him (except for me) he was to weak, small, and no muscles at all. Hard to picture isn`t it? Poor Munk, no one ever played with him or tried t
Without GleeIt makes me sadWithout Glee5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I feel very bad
Without no singing
My ears are ringing
Without a song
My life feels wrong
I feel like I'm in muck
Without Kurt or Burt
I feel hurt
I have nothing to gain
I don't feel like I need to party
With no Shue or Sue
I feel blue
With no Finn or Quinn
I feel like I'm trapped in a bin
With no Rachel
I don't have an urge to do a facial
With no Terri or Emma Pillsbury
I don't feel like I have to get dressed in a hury
With no Tina or Mike
I don't know what I should like
With no Santana or Brittany Pierce
I don't feel fierce
With no Mercedes Jones
I don't want to eat icecream cones
With no Sam
I don't give a damb
With no Lauren Zizes
By the way is she a pices?
I can't watch Glee today
That is all i have to say